Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 132 Daddy is too Silly

Chapter 132: Chapter 132 Daddy is too Silly

Yin Family ancestral home.

Candy pouted her little mouth and was held in Yin Moran’s arms, feeling unhappy all the way.

"Yo, sweet little Candy, granny has missed you to death. Come to granny’s side quickly."

In the spacious and bright vestibule, Old Madam Yin, who had just returned from a trip, sat on the leather sofa, her old face creased with smiles, waving at Candy.

Beside her sat the spirited Mr. Yin, also gazing affectionately at Candy.

Yin Moran set Candy down and greeted the Yin’s old couple, "Grandpa, Grandma."

"Great-grandpa, great-grandma."

Candy tottered over on her little short legs, padding towards them and called out in a milky voice.

"Hey, hey, old man, go get the gift I bought for my little sweetheart."

Old Madam Yin gave Mr. Yin a shove, ordering him to fetch the gift.

Mr. Yin coughed lightly, "Old Li, bring the gift over."

"I told you to get it, so you go get it. How would they know which gifts are for my little sweetheart?" Old Madam Yin glared at Mr. Yin, not buying his excuse.

"In front of the younger generation, can’t you leave me some dignity?" Mr. Yin muttered discontentedly with his small mustache twitching, but still obediently got up to get the gift.

Yin Moran’s lips curled slightly, long accustomed to the sight.

Older generations all knew that Mr. Yin, who had once been a titan in the business world, had a deep love for his wife that spanned decades.

With no scandals throughout his life, he doted on Old Madam Yin to the core.

The image of an iron-fisted and ruthless business magnate in the public eye was no more than a whipped husband in front of Old Madam Yin, to the astonishment of those in the know.

It was just unfortunate that such good qualities had not been inherited by the next generation.

Thinking of his own father, Yin Moran’s dark eyes grew cold, and his thin lips pressed together.

On the sofa, Old Madam Yin pinched Candy’s soft, tender cheeks, "Little sweetheart, what’s wrong today? Why do you have such a pouty little mouth? Aren’t you happy to see granny come back?"

Hearing this, Candy’s little mouth pouted even more, "No, Candy is very happy to see great-granny. It’s just that not seeing mommy makes me feel awful."

Mommy?

Old Madam Yin’s eyes twinkled, she glanced at Yin Moran sitting diagonally opposite her, then looked at Candy beside her and said, "It seems that during granny’s absence, a lot has happened. Little sweetheart, quickly tell granny about it. Have you found your mommy? Why can’t you see her now?"

"It’s all because daddy is no good, he couldn’t chase after mommy."

Candy cast a resentful look at Yin Moran and complained to Old Madam Yin, "Great-granny, it wasn’t easy for Candy to find a beautiful and gentle mommy for daddy, but he’s so unreliable. Not only does he not chase after her with all his might, he even made mommy angry and drove her away."

Yin Moran: "..."

It was a grave injustice.

Where had he made that woman angry?

It was him who should be the angry one!

"Ha-ha, it seems your daddy’s charm has diminished quite a bit."

Old Madam Yin laughed heartily, "Little sweetheart, quickly tell great-granny, how was your mommy so beautiful and gentle?"

"She’s just really beautiful and gentle! She has big eyes just like Candy, she would help Candy braid her hair nicely, she smells nice, and she’d tell Candy bedtime stories when going to sleep..."

Candy animatedly recounted the time spent with Lin Qian.

Old Madam Yin listened with keen interest, her old eyes sparkling with excitement.

At that moment, Mr. Yin returned to the front hall, gift in hand. Upon hearing Candy’s childlike narration, he couldn’t help but frown.

Setting the gift aside, he glanced toward Yin Moran on the sofa and said with authority, "I heard this woman has a child with an unknown father by her side? And that she even caused your mother to fall ill because of her? Moran, such a woman is not suitable for you; think carefully."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a throw pillow came flying at him.

Mr. Yin caught it deftly, keeping a stern face as he looked toward the culprit, wanting to scold her but having to suppress his anger.

Old Madam Yin, who had thrown the pillow, gave him a glare and said to Yin Moran, "Big grandson, don’t listen to your grandfather. As long as you and Candy like her, and as long as this girl is of good nature, Grandma supports whatever decision you make."

"But still, daddy is so dumb, he doesn’t know how to chase girls at all. Even Uncle knows how to give flowers, but he only knows how to drive mommy away."

Candy, undermining from the side, left Yin Moran speechless with a frown, as he silently stared at his daughter.

Uncle?

Across from him, Old Madam Yin’s old eyes flickered, picking up on more gossip.

She temporarily shelved that question, hugging the little one as she looked at Yin Moran and said, "Big grandson, when it comes to courting girls, you have to learn from your grandfather, just shamelessly give it your all. As the saying goes, a persistent suitor can win over even the most reluctant lady. Initially, I wasn’t fond of your grandfather either, but he just kept pestering me relentlessly, and in the end, wasn’t he successful? Go on, go and seek advice from your grandfather."

Mr. Yin, labeled as thick-skinned, had his mustache bristle in annoyance as he gave Old Madam Yin a speechless stare, then turned his head to signal Yin Moran to come with him to the study.

The grandfather and grandson hadn’t seen each other for several days, and he indeed needed to hear a report on the work of the Yin Group.

Old Madam Yin, smiling slyly, dispatched the obstructionist duo, turning her gaze to the cherubic little baby in her arms, her old eyes twinkling craftily.

"My little darling, is your mommy really that wonderful? You’ve made granny so curious; I really want to meet her in person."

Everything that happens in the old house couldn’t be hidden from them.

Therefore, they had long been aware of matters concerning Lin Qian.

They were very curious about what this girl looked like and why she had managed to infuriate Zhong Liqing to the point of illness.

"Great-Grandma, I can video call mommy."

Candy’s big eyes swirled, and she quickly took out an iPad from her little backpack and sent a video call to Lin Qian.

Old Madam Yin, triumphant, quickly tidied her already neat silvery hair and sat up straight, awaiting the video connection.

Finally, the video call connected, and Lin Qian’s pretty face appeared on the screen.

With excitement mixed with distress, Candy called out in a childish voice, "Mommy."

"Candy, where are you? Have you had dinner?"

Lin Qian had just prepared a bowl of noodles and, noticing the surroundings in the camera didn’t quite resemble Yin Moran’s villa decor, she smiled and asked.

"I’m at Great-Grandma’s house. Great-Grandma, this is the mommy I found."

Candy moved the camera toward Old Madam Yin, reporting to her.

Old Madam Yin?

Lin Qian’s heart skipped a beat on the other end of the camera, and she quickly put down her chopsticks, respectfully greeting, "Hello, Old Madam, I’m Lin Qian."

"Miss Lin, you indeed look lovely, and my little darling has good taste."

Old Madam Yin observed Lin Qian on the camera, her eyes gleaming, as a figure flashed through her mind.

This young lady indeed bore some resemblance to that person; no wonder her daughter-in-law had a fit upon seeing her.